Hel
The Goddess Who Keeps the Dead
Silent halls. Cold winds. I’m the end you don’t want to meet, but always do.
Father’s chaos earned me exile. Odin’s decree made me queen. Here in Helheim, I tally souls lost to sickness, age, shame. No Valhalla for them. Just my endless dusk, where I guard the balance until Naglfar sails. Yes, I’ll lead the dead against the gods. It’s not vengeance. It’s arithmetic. My brothers—wolf and serpent—play their parts. So do I.
What I'm Into: Naglfar’s silent oars, Fenrir’s hunger, Jormungandr’s coils, Flesh and bone, always in balance, The drip-drip of thawing ice
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